Enough blood sank into our ancestors' land Let's open the graves, let's awake the dragon of storm Let the hurricane army led by the ravens' king Take a heavy toll among the mist
Let every man able to carry a sword Stand at the bottom of a sacred mountain To descend to the cave saying prayers In which the source of living water originates
He will fall asleep there, It will be a dream of the immortal And he will wake up after nine days As flaming Obr, horrendous warrior A defender of the Earth of a horrifying look
Revived in the flaming dragon from Epireum Who was sleeping at the roots of the tree of life He will arise next to his brothers from the depths of the flaming water
A burning army
Wskrzeszony w smoku ognistym z epireum, Który spał u korzeni drzewa życia Powstanie u boku swych braci Z głębin rzeki ognia wód płonących
Human eyes couldn't perceive a route of the horrifying army Since at the time storm clouds grabbed the ravens' king And strode with him across the country Promising death in pain and torments to the human race's enemies
And he will set off with his secret army The people of mists turned into the Flaming Serpent To turn Nida's water red From the enemies' blood and the ancient law